[ The thing that approaches Alucard, stalking closer and closer, is not Dracula. It is not any part of Dracula that he has ever known. Not the loving father and not the vengeful widower. It's a thing of bones and rotting flesh and ash, the centuries-old corpse of Mathias Cronqvist animated by the grudges of all he hurt.
It moves closer, slowly, shuddering, dissolving into ash around the stake as it reaches out for Alucard.
Something peices through it, stopping a hair's bredth from Alucard before it pulls back. The wraith is lit from within for a moment. And then it burns away from the inside. Burns into ash and a single wedding ring. ]
God- oh god- please tell me I didn't hit you with that. No, you're still there. Good. That's good. I-
[ Juliet's tone drops, and her slightly pannicked babbling fades into quietness. She drags herself into the room, bloody and bruised and one arm hanging broken and useless at her side but still mostly whole. She drops the morning star, moving over to Alucard. Taking his hand with her one good one. ]
-I'm so sorry.
[ She squeezes, then lets the energy leave her. Falls to her knees in exhaustion in the ruined bedroom, extending her arm to Alucard to offer comfort. ]
This was- best for him. If he was the man she loved, if he was more than my family thought he was, he wouldn't have wanted to become this. You did him a kindness.
[In that moment Juliet reaches him, Alucard says nothing. He only takes her hand, trying not to focused on how battered and bruised she is. Or he is for that matter, for the dhampir is just as unsteady as the Belmont, shaking and terrified and so, so beyond any emotion he's experienced before.]
They're both gone.
[He whispers that, and then the memory is no more. Darkness embraces the dhampir, and oh, what a relief that is. It grows heavier as the days pass. Warmer. Safer in it's way, and Alucard is sure it is consuming him. Even as the castle tries not to. Even as it runs on it's lowest setting.
It takes effort to force the coffin lid open. Some of it is from the exhaustion, but the rest is a desire to keep away from the world.
What Trevor sees below him is a skinnier Alucard, flesh hanging from bones, cheeks thin, color all but gone. A vision of what Alucard might be like if he truly took after his father.]
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WAIT SHIT THIS ONE SHOULD HAVE BEEN FIRST
It moves closer, slowly, shuddering, dissolving into ash around the stake as it reaches out for Alucard.
Something peices through it, stopping a hair's bredth from Alucard before it pulls back. The wraith is lit from within for a moment. And then it burns away from the inside. Burns into ash and a single wedding ring. ]
God- oh god- please tell me I didn't hit you with that. No, you're still there. Good. That's good. I-
[ Juliet's tone drops, and her slightly pannicked babbling fades into quietness. She drags herself into the room, bloody and bruised and one arm hanging broken and useless at her side but still mostly whole. She drops the morning star, moving over to Alucard. Taking his hand with her one good one. ]
-I'm so sorry.
[ She squeezes, then lets the energy leave her. Falls to her knees in exhaustion in the ruined bedroom, extending her arm to Alucard to offer comfort. ]
This was- best for him. If he was the man she loved, if he was more than my family thought he was, he wouldn't have wanted to become this. You did him a kindness.
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They're both gone.
[He whispers that, and then the memory is no more. Darkness embraces the dhampir, and oh, what a relief that is. It grows heavier as the days pass. Warmer. Safer in it's way, and Alucard is sure it is consuming him. Even as the castle tries not to. Even as it runs on it's lowest setting.
It takes effort to force the coffin lid open. Some of it is from the exhaustion, but the rest is a desire to keep away from the world.
What Trevor sees below him is a skinnier Alucard, flesh hanging from bones, cheeks thin, color all but gone. A vision of what Alucard might be like if he truly took after his father.]
The work is done?
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[ He looks worse. Worse than Sypha was after this long. As bad as she had been after a month. Fuck, it's a good job they left Sypha behind. ]
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[It'll be exhausting. But so be it.]
If I survive that, then the castle will graft onto whatever room or building you've chosen. Just as before. Do you have any other questions?
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[ He’s been thinking about this one a lot for the last few days now. ]
Promise you won’t do it again, and I’ll stop with the ‘killing you’ thing. Fair?
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I only ever intended to do it once.
[Which Trevor MIGHT HAVE KNOWN EARLIER but you know.]
Close the coffin lid. Should this all be managed, I will need blood. Sausage form will do.
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